Furnace of Odor
Amidst the clove of reality and elation,
Lust, of incandescent sensation
Breathing taste into stomach and mind,
Odor, desire, all refined
Steam ascending like a creeping mist,
The smoldering heat shall not desist
Dissolving white, Mmm! flavor endowed,
Slithering upon the brownish origin’s cloud
Then the sweetness, a tap of infallibility,
Adding more flavor, hence tranquility
“Herbally” speaking, the odorous touch,
Finally convenes to create One and no such
Tea of Hayle, art to sculpt,
Tea, milk, sugar, and Hayle in cup…
Hayle: Arabic word for Cardamon
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